[Intro]
Maps curl like dawn-lit scrolls of old,
[Verse 1]
Ink on parchment, I trace every shore,
Lines whisper names I miss more and more,
A compass spins with a wish and a plea,
To find your door across the sea.
[Verse 2]
Wind prints on vellum, redrawn with care,
Every curve brings you closer, somewhere there,
Between the latitudes, I hear your call,
I map the miles until home breaks the fall.
[Chorus]
Our compass points home.
Through every mile and memory unknown,
Our compass points home.
[Chorus]
Our compass points home.
Where letters fade and loving echoes roam,
Our compass points home.
[Outro]
Home at the edge of the chart, I stand whole.
